Ordinary people don't know how much books can mean to someone who's cooped up.
It must be awful to feel you're not needed.
Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.
An empty day, though clear and bright, Is just as dark as any night.
Memories mean more to me than dresses.
It is becoming a bad dream-- in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can't get at him, I mustn't show anything, must remain gay while I'm really in despair.